I told Tracy I wanted to look at her eyes and see if they were making any progress at starting to open. The swelling had started to go down slightly a...nd the purple tinge had lost a couple of shades.Her eye lids were caked shut and I thought a warm damp cloth might help soften them. At least it might soothe them a little so I might be able to coax them open. I wasn't expecting miracles, just hoping for a little progress.I told Tracy my plan and she thought it might work. I drew a small bowl of. Last time Steph had sucked me deep, much further than Trish could at the time. Steph was firm and athletic, but with no tits to speak of. And did I really want to try satisfying her after she gets fucked by her husband's thick cock all the time? There was Connie. A little meatier than I generally preferred, but she liked anal. Trish and I have never even thought about it. Hmm. And the newcomer to the group, Jen. Some possibilities there. An even tinier version of my 5-3 wife. Definitely my. “Hell yeah, faggit! You pretty as fuck!”“Thanks, baby!”“Let’s go get in yo’ friend’s bed.”The 32 year-old sashayed to the master bedroom. Gary followed behind stroking his dick. “I’ma fuck the shit outta you.”“I can’t wait,” said Moonpie in his singsong voice as he crawled on the queen-sized bed.Gary pounced on the bottom. He shoved his hefty dick in the slut’s hole.“Owwwwww,” Moonpie cried.“Take it, gurl!”“Yes, sir! Oh my god!”“You know you like fuckin’ yo’ friend’s man.”“Yes I do,. Looking back, I think that was when things started changing, Heidi was growing and maturing faster than her mentality, by eleven she was wearing her first brassiere, and by twelve, she was wearing thongs and her talk more adult and sex.I asked Peter if the internet could be influencing her, and he assured me I was having a more profound effect on her to help counteract the negativity of the internet.I was lulled into a sense of false security, believing in my own ability to control my daughters.